They were ready to attack at any moment.
Strange rays of light were shot down. They were not meant to attack, but to lock on to the target in advance.
At the same time, it had a deterrent effect, increasing the pressure on the enemy.
These rays of light expanded into a semi-transparent runic magic circle that locked onto the important locations inside and outside the everlasting sect.
Less than three meters off the ground, he could see it when he looked up.
The runic magic circle was a coordinate and also an energy channel. It was mostly used to attack a fixed target.
Once an attack was launched, it would be like the sky falling and the earth sinking. There was simply no way to resist.
"Damn it!"
The sect's cultivators, who were originally as unmoving as mountains, cursed in their hearts as they frantically dodged the lock.
They wouldn't just wait for the attack to land on their heads. That would be suicide.